Thursday, 28 April 2016

To dear England’s finest: A eulogy.

“Bard,” a Sonnet by Tineke W. Harris

To dear England’s finest: A eulogy.
Valiant word-smith and blazer of trails
On stage and screen, a poet prodigy.
William Shakespeare: A teller of tales.

Ancient chronicler, whom all do revere,
Of lovers and princes, and of a Muse
E’er fixed in flaming fire; the Mighty Sphere
With infinite realities infuse.

But what good is the Theatre and its plays
For us these days? What could Hamlet, Henry
And those merry wives tell of modern ways?
(And in Mackers nought but barbarism be…)

The answer’s here: People are “merely players”
Who still act these parts – “little life” slayers.

Tineke W. Harris is a Medicine student at the University of the Witwatersrand.


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